Yawn
I’m running on about 5 hours’ sleep again but I promise not to rant today – am more inclined to sigh sadly in between bouts of thousand-yard staring. This serenity despite watching a documentary on Gina Ford last night (I know, weeks after everybody else) that had me shouting at the screen – am home alone, this is even more nuts than it normally would be – and one with Louise Redknapp dieting down to a size zero the previous night. At least Cameron is coming home today so, telly-wise, normal service will be resumed.
I do not have the mental acuity today to work out why Maggie is sleeping so badly at the moment. Any suggestions, anybody? Is it really just to wind me up, as I suspect?
March 24th, 2007 11:01
Teething (that ole chestnut)? Is she getting cold at night? Has she figured out that Mummy is at her beck and call at night and is playing on it in that horrendous toddler-manipulation-of-parent kind of way? Maybe some delayed elder sister onset anxiety…? No idea, otherwise. Hang in there,it is bound to pass…eventually…hopefully…
March 27th, 2007 11:33
My midwife was on that Gina Ford programme!